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When I stop to bend down and put AJ's lead on him a few seconds later, I look back briefly at Marty. Much to my surprise, I see him still in the same position I left him. He's watching me and he’s smiling too. Dimples and all.
Chapter Twelve
Marty
Icatch up with Jenna just as she's leaving the park. Before we cross the road, I grab her and kiss her harder than perhaps is permissible for public view, but there's hardly anyone around and one of the few cars that pass us even beeps its horn with encouragement.
Our walk back to the house is interrupted with more kisses and several arse grabs, and when we reach our street and Jenna rushes ahead, forcing me to chase her again, I can't help but think about the time she had me racing after her up the hill in that resort in Crete the very first night we made love, a long, long time ago.
When we get to our front door, I take both the dogs' leads with one hand and then use my other to push her back against the door. She makes a soft noise of exclamation and I love that I've surprised her. I'm certain my satisfaction shows on my face because I see her smiling back at me as I move closer and lower my lips. But I don't kiss her. Instead, I shove my foot forward and knock her legs apart with my knee. With her feet further apart, she drops down a little and another pretty little gasp leaves her lips. I pull in a deep breath as if I can suck the noise in and swallow it down. I want all her sighs, gasps and moans. I always have and I probably always will. I bend my head down again as if to finally kiss her, but I deliberately hold my lips back while I bring my thigh up and press it against her pussy.
"Marty," she pants. "Please."
"Please what, cupcake? Please kiss me? Please taste me? Please fuck me?"
"All of it."
"Use your words, Jenna."
She swallows and tilts her head up to look at me, her chestnut eyes widening and her full lips in a soft pout. "Please kiss me. Then take me inside and taste me. Then bend me over and fuck me from behind. Please."
And that right there is the reason I could never be anything more than a soft dom with this woman, because she knows how to make me unravel, starting with my resolve to make her beg.
I dive down and take her mouth. As her mouth opens and our kiss deepens, our teeth knocking together and our tongues not so much teasing as fighting, I feel the dogs start to move around us, impatient to get inside and have their food, no doubt. When Jenna's hands sneak inside my coat and head towards my trousers, I have to break away. God knows, I don't want to walk inside and have the tent of my boner be the first thing Jake sees of me on Christmas morning.
"Inside. Now," I say to Jenna as I pull away after nipping her bottom lip a few times.
She turns and retrieves keys from her pocket and after a few adorable seconds of fumbling, opens the door. I step forward to follow her inside but my shin comes up against something I don't expect - a taut dog lead – and, a second later, I'm falling, no, crashing down onto the front step of our house.
"Jesus, Marty!" Jenna is there immediately, at my side.
"I'm okay," I call out before I start laughing.
"What happened?" she asks, and I can hear her giggles too.
"Fecking dogs," I mutter as I sit up. As if he understands clearly, Rocky starts to bark, and a beat later AJ joins in.
"No chance of us sneaking in now," Jenna says as she helps me get up.
"Sneaking in?" Jake says as he approaches us, a half-eaten toasted crumpet in his hand. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," I reply at the same time Jenna speaks.
"I'm ovulating so we need to go fuck. Like right now."
"Really, Jenna? And on a holy day?!" Jake says with a sour expression.
"It's what Jesus would want," Jenna says as she grabs the leads out of my hand and passes them to Jake. "The dog food is in the fridge. They'll need some water too."
"What?" Jake's mouth hangs open.
"Get Maeve to help," Jenna says as she takes off her coat and scarf.
"Help with what?" Maeve comes to stand behind Jake, also with a crumpet in her hand.
"Feeding the dogs," I explain and quickly glance at my watch. "And I'll also need one of you to put the potatoes in in twenty minutes. Then set a timer for forty minutes, please."
"You're the one supposed to be cooking! I didn't fly all the way back from LA in order to make Christmas dinner for myself." Maeve gives me a look.
